kickin' it James Herriot style
May. 2nd, 2006 03:50 pmI was taking out a last batch of recycling today when I ran into my neighbour Lynn, who has semi-adopted a local cat. The cat isn't a stray; a man who lives nearby bought him last Christmas as a gift for his son. Thing is, the son's at boarding school, and spends half his vacation time with his mother anyway, so most of the time no one really looks after the cat. The guy leaves some food outside now and again, but hasn't had him neutered or microchipped or bought him a collar or anything. He hasn't even given him a real name: the cat is known as Puss.
So Puss, an elegant black-and-white fellow, has discovered that my neighbour Lynn is equal parts hero and softie, and he comes to her for food and love. Despite being allergic to cats, she feeds him regularly and gives him sofa space. He's bottom of the pecking order of the neighbourhood cats, so he regularly turns up with claw marks on his nose, but he seems to appreciate humans all the more.( Read more... )
So Puss, an elegant black-and-white fellow, has discovered that my neighbour Lynn is equal parts hero and softie, and he comes to her for food and love. Despite being allergic to cats, she feeds him regularly and gives him sofa space. He's bottom of the pecking order of the neighbourhood cats, so he regularly turns up with claw marks on his nose, but he seems to appreciate humans all the more.( Read more... )